Here is another chapter! I got this one out quicker!
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The damned little pixie came bursting through my door just as I was starting chapter three in this new book I had picked up. Ironically, it was about vampires. It was a vampire mystery novel and actually very well written. My family members all call me crazy for reading these crazy fictional vampire stories. I find them kind of interesting. I can also laugh at the absurd ideas that the popular media has dreamt up.
She sped over to my bed and plopped on the black, white, and red paisley printed covers. They were of course made out of the best fabrics on this planet. She sat criss-cross next to me. She had a big smile plastered on her face. It was her wedding smile. Shit! I was not in the mood to deal with happy love. Love sucks!
She peeked at the title of my book and giggled. "Come on Bella, another vampire book? Really?" she taunted. I snapped the book shut and laid it aside. I proceeded to smack her upside the head. She ducked thanks to the help of her damn psychic powers. UGH!
"I like them, Thank you very much. What do you want Alice, like I don't already know," I groaned. She bounced a couple of times then put her tiny hands on my shoulders, staring me in the eyes. I couldn't avoid her eyes. I was a goner.
"Bella, please help us with the wedding! It is going to be so cool! This client has no budget. We are allowed to do whatever we want. The only guidelines she gave us were very extravagant, white and black, she chooses cake, and we take care of the rest including the dress. Now everything is almost done. The dress is gorgeous. I picked it out; Vera Wang of course. All we have to do is throw together a special gift for the happy couple. The scrapbook. We do it for all of the clients. Please help," She concluded. I was momentarily stunned. I digested all of what she had just said.
I huffed once and asked, "Who is going to be helping and when?" She smiled and the obvious Yes and hugged me.
Once she pulled away from me she spoke again, "Just the four of us; Esme, Rose, You and Me. as for the when, well, we were going to leave in half an hour. We can get a lot of work done before the humans come to work."
I was thinking it over when Alice started jumping up and down again like a hyper bunny. She opened her mouth and the general overview of what she was saying was Thank You. I remained frozen in my place. I guess she had already seen that I would help her.
"Alice, just give me a couple minutes to get dressed. No Barbie doll today," I responded, getting off of the bed and heading to my closet. She also got off of the bed and ran down the stairs.
I walked at human pace to my own personal torture chamber and opened the double doors. When we moved back here Alice begged Esme to let her enlarge the closet. She caved and I got a huge, unnecessary closet.
I sighed when I saw all of my choices. I just wanted to go simple and comfortable. I moved over to the racks and shelves holding the options for tops. I decided to go with a soft blue spaghetti strap tank top with soft lace on the bottom. For jeans I just grabbed my favorite pair of worn in True Religion's. They were insanely overpriced but, I must admit, my favorite pair. I paired those two items with a reliable pair of blue and black Tiffany Cake Pastry Brand Runners. (AN: My favorite brand of sneakers ever!) They were some of the first cake runner's that the brand put out and one of my favorite color combinations. I grabbed my purse off of the table by the door of my room and headed down the stairs.
I met the others by the foyer and was pleased to see I wasn't underdressed. Esme and Rosalie were both in jeans and a T-shirt with relaxed shoes, no heels. Alice was a little dressier but, for her it was relaxed. She had on white skinny jeans and a Lacoste blue, yellow, and white stripped polo with a pair of navy blue ballet flats. She was even laid back today.
We all said our Hello's and walked out the door. We took two separate cars; Esme's BMW and Alice's Porsche. Esme and I were in her BMW. I had pleaded with Rose to switch with me but when she asked me why I shut up and got into the car with my adopted mother. Alice and Rosalie rode in the Porsche probably chatting about the wedding or the latest trends on the runways in Paris.
The shop that Esme was renting for her business was located in Port Angeles. We had a short drive and Esme was filling me in on this wedding. I did help on a couple weddings here and there but, I was unfamiliar with this clients wants. She told me that everything was done for Wednesday and we just had to throw together the scrapbook and clean up the office for a meeting later today with the bride and groom.
She was very nice, as always, but I was on edge. I didn't want to say the wrong thing. Surely something I would say would tip her off to my affair with her husband. I was so worried. I didn't want to give Carlisle up.
We arrived at the trendy shop and parked the two cars. All of us walked up to the door and Esme unlocked it for us. It was still only three in the morning so there were no other bodies outside on the streets. Esme and Alice had put their minds together designing the interior. It was not large but, it was lavishly decorated. The front room of the shop had a black leather loveseat that had sharp square edges. It had two end tables on either side of it. There were two square leather chairs that were half the size of the loveseat flanking center couch. There was a glass table in the center. There were bridal magazines scattered on the top of the table. There was an antique desk on the other side of the room with a chair the complemented the desk. It had a different vibe than the rest of the room but, somehow managed to match perfectly. The color on the wall was a sunny yellow. It was not one of the obnoxious, bright yellows but, a softer shade. There were small potted plants placed around the room along with a couple vases on tables. There was also a dress that Alice and Rosalie had designed together on display on a headless white mannequin. When a bride-to-be wanted a personally designed dress that one was generally used as an example of what the two masterminds of fashion could do.
It was made out of white silk and lace. It was strapless. It had beautiful crystal beading on the top, flowing down to the waist. Where the beading ended, a skirt made of white silk flows out to make a Cinderella inspired dress. It had small vine-like beading detail in various places. It was beautiful. It was also more than many people locally could ever dream of affording.
The business did get quite a few couples from surrounding towns; however not many ever spent over ten grand on a dress. This wedding was an exception and my three family members loved that.
We went to the back office. The supplies were already laid out on the counter. The book was open to what looked like the third or fourth page. There were fabric samples, colors, and a couple of different types of paper spread out. There were markers, oil pastels, and various pencils scattered around.
We all gathered around the counter and I was briefed again on what we were doing. I followed their examples and started. I started to design the page that would hold all of the information, memories, and pictures from the planning of the reception. I decided, independently, that it would actually be on two different pages. There was just too much stuff to try to get it to fit and look nice on just one page.
Alice was working on the pages that would contain the dress and tux things. She also included the bride's maid's dresses and table dressings. It was going to be extravagant to say the least.
Rosalie worked on the pages that would contain the details on the location and the proposal. We had been given all of the details on the proposal from all the witnessing parties. She was very enthused about it so I gathered it was beautiful.
Esme worked on the pages that would have the wedding pictures. They couldn't be added until the night after so she was doing all she could.
We worked until after the sun was up. I would say it was around eight o'clock in the morning when we stopped. We had all finished our pages and were adding them to the couple of ages that were already in the book. It was coming together beautifully and it was close to being done. It only would take us another five minutes to finish all we could do before the wedding.
We took a break after the book was done and talked. We were laughing and talking about some of the weddings we had attended or starred in. I stayed out of that talk. It was very relaxing to just hang out with other people who loved me and wanted to be around me.
We decided we needed to finish cleaning the office so it wouldn't look like a bomb went off. We put away all of the scrapbooking supplies into neat, labeled bens. They were placed on the shelves and we vacuumed. You would be surprised by the mess cutting paper, ribbon, and pictures would make. There was also glitter everywhere. I don't know how any of it got there.
The office was returned to pristine condition. The three of us sit down in the front room.
"So Bella, would you like to help us design a dress? We have a client whose family saw the dress we designed for a friend and had to have one," Rosalie asked. I was taken aback by the request. The never let me help or even let me look at the dress until it is done. They don't trust me.
"Really? I would love to! That would be so amazing! I will totally help you!" I practically screamed. They all laughed at my reaction.
Esme was next to talk. "Thank you Bella, we have wanted to include you in this business for a long time. You just have never been a wedding person. This means a lot to us," she concluded. I swear the smile on the face was a mile wide by now.
"I just don't like being in weddings and, no offense Rose, Alice, I just don't like puffy white lace. I will gladly help you guys out though," I returned.
Just then Rose's phone rang; Britney Spears' Womanizer filled our ears. We all laughed knowing who the ringtone belonged to.
"Hey Em," answered Rosalie. Her face light up talking to her husband. She was quiet for a couple seconds then gasped. She started to shake her head No and we all were looking at her. What had Jasper and Emmett done this time?
"Fine, we will be home in a couple minutes," she hit the End button on her phone and turned to us. We were all leaning forward in our chairs.
"What did they do?" asked Esme with worry seeping into her voice.
"Ugh, they were playing video games and got too involved. Long story short, they broke the TV and Xbox. Emmet's almost in tears," she laughed. We all groaned and grabbed our handbags. We all shuffled out of the office and Esme locked the door.
The same pairings were used for the ride home. The ride was silent and quick.
We parked the cars in the garage and ran to the house. I heard shouting from inside. It sounded like Emmett and Carlisle. This was weird. Carlisle never raises his voice and Jasper usually tries to calm the involved parties down. That wasn't the case today.
Alice rushed into the house first and the rest of us followed. Alice reached the living room first and stood frozen in shock at what she saw. Rose and Esme followed suit. I was last to see the destruction and my jaw fell open. They had put a hole in the wall.
Carlisle was standing in front of the hole that was where the TV used to be with Emmett standing in front of him. He had his head bowed and Carlisle was saying something about no more video games, ever.
Jasper was hiding in the corner with Alice by his side.
Emmett heard us enter and turned his head to look at us. Carlisle and Jasper turned to look at us. The talking stopped. We stood there for a minute in complete silence.
Esme was first to break he silence hovering in the air. Her tone was not happy. "What happened here?" shouted Esme.
"Tell them Emmett," suggested Carlisle.
"Fine, here's what happened," he started.
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